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I am...I don't know. DISPLEASED. I've missed multiple half-days of work, driven to 2 different counties, and been told so many different things about my "condition" that I really don't know what to think.
After all that nonsense with the mushy food, heating pads, "Muslim" towels, and enough pills to send my liver into maximum overdrive, there was no real difference in my pain.
NO. CHANGE.
The specialist tells me that, "There is nothing else I can do medically" and the night brace is the ONLY option. But if my insurance won't cover it, I have NO WAY of paying for it. I had to file for charity JUST to get the CT scans. And if they won't write that off, no way of paying for that either. So. Yeah.
On top of that, I was "demoted" back to packing all week. So, on top of getting fewer hours, I am constantly filthy with dirt and boxdust, and somehow I've managed to get papercuts RIGHT on my cuticles. In about 4 weeks the "busy" season ends, and I imagine, so will my employment, seeing as how I no longer have a real use. I mean, I can pack pretty well, sure, but not up to the speed/volume that's required.
Unhappy Amanda is unhappy. I am glad my parents are visiting tomorrow. Maybe free dinner and xmas lights at the zoo (courtesy of work, instead of the raise you "can't" give me? uh, sure. :/) will make me feel better.
After all that nonsense with the mushy food, heating pads, "Muslim" towels, and enough pills to send my liver into maximum overdrive, there was no real difference in my pain.
NO. CHANGE.
The specialist tells me that, "There is nothing else I can do medically" and the night brace is the ONLY option. But if my insurance won't cover it, I have NO WAY of paying for it. I had to file for charity JUST to get the CT scans. And if they won't write that off, no way of paying for that either. So. Yeah.
On top of that, I was "demoted" back to packing all week. So, on top of getting fewer hours, I am constantly filthy with dirt and boxdust, and somehow I've managed to get papercuts RIGHT on my cuticles. In about 4 weeks the "busy" season ends, and I imagine, so will my employment, seeing as how I no longer have a real use. I mean, I can pack pretty well, sure, but not up to the speed/volume that's required.
Unhappy Amanda is unhappy. I am glad my parents are visiting tomorrow. Maybe free dinner and xmas lights at the zoo (courtesy of work, instead of the raise you "can't" give me? uh, sure. :/) will make me feel better.